Chapter Two: Fade Into You, I think it's strange you never knew
The following day Liberty Van Zandt shifted uncomfortably in her chair in the library. She tried to keep her brain focused on the book in front of her, but she was unsuccessful.
She was supposed to be at lunch right now, but she decided to get ahead on her essay for Honors English on Shakespeare's Life, and his work. Actually, the essay wasn't due until three months, but Liberty was always a firm believer in the saying 'the early bird catches the worm'.
Liberty continually tried to concentrate on her book, but when she finally turned to the next page she had no clue what she had just read.
Liberty slammed the book shut in frustration.
"It's all because of that darn Jt." She thought to herself.
All she could think about was him.
The way he laughed. The way he smiled. The way his hair would fall into his face when he leaned over to cheat off her paper in Chemistry.........................
She mentally slapped herself.
Liberty was lovesick. And she was really getting sick of it.
She knew that there was absolutely know chance of them ever being together. He made it perfectly clear that he had no interest in her way back when.
That fact only made him all the more appealing.
She simply wanted, what she couldn't have.
He was a challenge. Like a math problem to her. And, oh how she loved math.
He was her problem, and her solution. He made her laugh, while at the same time making her cry. She always thought of herself as a strong and fearless girl. And she was right. But when it came to the matter of Jt Yorke, she just didn't know.
"Does he even know how much he hurts me?" She thought to herself while sighing heavily.
She wished that she could wish him gone for good. But she wouldn't. She couldn't.
Whenever she thought she had gotten him permanently out of her mind, images of his face would creep there way back.
It was a lost cause, and she was a hopeless case.
She hated that she had let her emotions get the best of her.
"When will I come to my senses?" Liberty asked, nearly screaming aloud.
The librarian, Ms. Speeny, stared at Liberty as if she had gone crazy.
Realizing that she just spoken aloud, Liberty quickly said "I mean, why didn't I come to my senses sooner.....of course Shakespeare had a brother."
Ms. Speeny smiled and went back to stamping library books.
"Well that was smooth," Liberty thought to herself shaking her head. "It's official. I'm pathetic.
She just sighed and starting packing her books in her book bag. She was finding little comfort in her favorite place. The library was usually her second home, but she couldn't concentrate on anything else but him."
It didn't help that her next class was with him. Drama. How appropriate.
They shared few classes together, since she had most honors or advanced classes. But they did share Drama and Chemistry together. And she dumbly, agreed to help him in his calculus class on Thursdays and fridays.
"Way to go Libs" She scowled at herself. Today was Friday.